Page 89 of Engaging Opal


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Gauge snaps to attention, his eyes homing in on my half-naked body. With his concentration fully focused on me, I whip off my t-shirt, surprising him with no bra underneath.

He groans, dropping to his knees in front of me like he’s ready to pray. Gently, he places his rough palms on my knees, spreading my legs far apart.

My face flushes as my heart rate catapults with anticipation for this reunion. “I need you, Gauge. Make me feel good.”

“Fuck, baby. No need to beg. I’ll take care of you,” he pants huskily, dipping his head between my thighs. He inhales then kisses my sex through the placket of my underwear. His fingers slid under the elastic band on either side of my hips, but before he can pull them from my body, his cell pings with a text.

Annoyed, we both groan in unison. It’s not something he can ignore. It could be work-related.

Cursing, Gauge yanks his cell out of his cut to look at the message. His face brightens like a teenage boy seeing porn for the first time. Gauge quickly types out a reply before tossing his cell behind him, where it lands on the plush rug with a mutedthump.

The next thing I know, Gauge is stripping out of his clothes like they’re on fire. His smile is nearly splitting his face in half.

“I’m assuming it was good news?”

“Oh, baby. It’s fucking wonderful news. The walls are soundproof.” His fingers are once again slipping down the sides of my panties, sliding them quickly down my legs.

“Soundproof? You mean no one can hear us?”

Gauge nods his head enthusiastically. “Not a peep.” Not wasting any time, he splays my legs and dives in to feast on me.

Having been so long, I gasp at first contact. It’s intense, everything I’ve been dreaming about for weeks packed with a punch. It feels so good. A deep moan rolls past my lips.

“That’s it, Gorgeous. Let me hear you lose yourself.” Gauge’s warm breath puffs against my sex, making me shiver with delight. He attacks my clit with vigor, licking and circling my nub to drag more guttural sounds out of me.

I fist his hair, my thighs crushing his skull with how extreme the pleasure is. Gauge rumbles with approval, squeezing his fingers into my ass to pull me closer. He’s relentless, feral with need as he moves his mouth over me like an artist moves a brush along a canvas.

As wonderful as it is, it’s too much all at once, like a flame dancing along my flesh. I scurry up the bed, escaping the overwhelming sensation. “Wait. I don’t want to come yet.”

Gauge’s tongue circles his lips, lapping up my juices on his thick beard. His green eyes are dilated, smoldering like dark flames. That heated look alone is enough to make me wet. He stalks me up onto the bed on his hands and knees, looking like a jungle cat ready to pounce. Gauge grabs me by the hips, throwing me for a tailspin when he rolls on his back, positioning my legs on either side of his upper chest.

“Sit on my face, Gorgeous.”

I blink. “Pardon?”

Gauge gives me a wolfish grin, one he reserves for the bedroom. “I want you to sit on my face.”

Well, this is new. And, of course, I have no idea what I’m doing as I scoot my pelvis closer to his face. “You mean hover?”

“Hover?” Gauge chortles. “No, Opal. I want you to set your pretty pussy on my mouth and ride my face to get off. This way, you control the intensity.”

My body breaks out in a hot flash, heat pooling between my legs. It sounds filthy, majorly steamy, but… “Won’t you, I don’t know…suffocate?”

Gauge is trying hard not to bust a gut. “Opal, don’t worry about me.”

Don’t worry about him? I’m not a big girl, but I’m not little either. I don’t want to harm him.

Gauge notices my hesitation and flashes his crooked smile. “Trust me, I want you to cut off my oxygen. I want you to fill my mouth with your sweet nectar while slowly snuffing out my life. If I die, I go out happy, but I won’t die. Now plant those sweet lips between your thighs against mine so I can eat my way to your heart.”

Oh, sweet Lord!His words stir dirty desires, making me whimper with need.

Shakily, I position myself above his face. This position makes me feel terribly exposed, but I want to try it—at least once. If I’m not a fan, my man won’t push me to do it. Though the way my insides are quivering, I suspect I’m going to love it.

Gauge’s hands slide over my hips to grip my waist, coaxing me to sit down.

With my eyes focused on his, I slowly sink over his mouth. Gauge moans around me as soon as I’m in position. The vibrations from his mouth have me nearly jerking off, but Gauge holds me securely in place, ravishing my pussy with his hot mouth.

There’s something so carnal and selfish with taking my pleasure from him in this position. It’s immensely pleasurable. Not to mention a power trip—no wonder I’ve heard some of the crew call it queening.

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